You are going to kill me. And what's even worse I am going away at the weekend so you will probably get the next chapter either tomorrow (if you are very very lucky) or next Tuesday. I know it's awful. And it's a really short chapter too.
Just a note, has any one seen star trek into darkness, cos I have seen it twice, and I want someone to share my feels with. Omg he is so brilliant in it!
Also, check out my new fanfic, Tales Of The TARDIS, which has a really short into chapter, but I will update it, as soon as I finish this. Also check out my story A Special Moment, which isn't my story at all, but a friends, which I will be posting tonight. I may even post the next chapter tonight, if I can get all my homework done, and type it up!
"Sherlock I could have been immortal. But you stopped me. Our game has gone on long enough. I am going to kill you. I'll shoot you low, let you die slowly. Then I'll shoot our little friends in front of your dying body, just to see your face."
"Moriarty, you've lost the game. Why carry on" asked John
"Because now you have given me nothing to lose. So killing you all is just fun" he smiled and tightened the trigger.
"Goodbye Mr Holmes"
With a cry John flung himself at Moriarty, and while it wasn't enough to stop him pulling the trigger, the shot went wild, and the gun flew out of his hand, to land at Sherlock's feet. Sherlock snatched it up. John and Moriarty were wrestling on the floor, but John dived out of the way as Sherlock brought up the gun to point at the consulting criminal. Moriaty lay on the floor, panting after his wrestle.
"You won't kill me. I'm too much fun" he hissed
"You're wrong" said Sherlock, but before he could fire Moriarty had pulled out another teleport device.
"NO!" Sherlock lunged but Moriarty had already started to fade.
"Seyroea sweetheart" Moriarty fizzed and disappeared, as the whirring of the TARDIS echoed all around. It appeared and the Doctor poked his slightly dishevelled face out.
"No, no, no, no, no, no!" Sherlock was pacing.
"What happened?" asked the Doctor
"Moriarty." Growled Sherlock "he still had a teleport. He disappeared"
"Oh don't worry" said Clara. "At least he didn't hit any of you. And you were cute when you were a kid, you know that Sherlock."
"c'mon, into the TARDIS" smiled the Doctor. Sherlock turned to lead Molly into the TARDIS, but she wasn't behind him. She was standing near a pile of crates. She was holding them for support, and Sherlock could see her white knuckles. He also observed, her white face, he hand grasping her stomach, and the blood trickling through her fingers. She collapsed, and Sherlock managed to catch her
"No, Molly, please God no!"
"Get her into the TARDIS!" shouted the Doctor, rushing to help.
"Moriarty…lousy shot" Molly gasped, struggling for breath. Her white lab coat was stained with blood.
"No Molly, don't speak, concentrate, please Molly"
Sherlock gathered her up in his arms, and carried her towards and into the TARDIS.